Looks like someone came to meet Diana today. Now tell me, even after two hundred years there is someone who remembers him. Rose flowers are offered at his grave. Once I ask in my heart, “O Pardesi, tell me who is this and what do you think”? But he didn’t dare. I thought, why should I invade someone’s private moments. Maybe he’ll smile. I don’t want to say And then the water of created respect will return. It’s just for one day, I have to come here every day. Everyone here recognizes me. On ordinary days, only the flowers and leaves that have fallen from the surrounding trees are visible on these graves. If someone has come and put it neatly away, it’s less. That’s why this red rose flower placed on that two-hundred-year-old tomb looked very beautiful.
Incidentally, there are dozens of Champa trees adjacent to the four walls of this cemetery. The largest tree is planted at the gate/entrance only. This reminded that Champa is also called “Cemetery Flower” in some countries. Maybe because its fragrance is so beautiful. And maybe also because Champa is considered synonymous with “immortality”. Experienced growers say that no matter how old their tree is, its power to bloom remains intact. That is why his presence in the cemetery can also be symbolic. Although there are many Manokmini trees, Chandni too. In one corner, two or three trees are also adorned with necklaces. The narrow path that leads to the cemetery has white bela bushes on both sides. Seeing these trees and shrubs, it is considered that the caretakers here must have planted these white flowering trees with a special plan. When the flowers in the white moonlight shine at night, how beautiful they would look. This cemetery also has its own ecosystem. Sometimes a thought comes to my heart to come here at night to feel this ecological system, and then listen with headphones in my ears…
“When we’re not there, we
You will stop on the road and keep walking
In the light of the moon soaked in tears
I will always listen
Somewhere over there, where we are
We will meet at ban ke bud, ban ke saba baghe wafa…
Don’t stay, we’ll smell…
who has seen tomorrow
No one will come tomorrow. Who will come to offer fragrant flowers to these graves? That is why not only fragrant flowers are arranged on these graves, but special Kalajai flowers are also cut by cutting these graves. No matter how many shortcomings there have been in the life of the person who died, no stone should be left behind after death… Their families who are left behind are given special care. The stone chosen, the shape chosen, the inscription chosen, the flowers chosen are made on the grave.
Roses, lilies, daffodils, orchids, hibiscus will also be seen in this cemetery. The vines, flowers and other texts made on the grave are according to their faith and belief.
Gulab is a masculine word in Hindi and a feminine word in English. The name of the Virgin Mary was “Rosa”. The typical Hindu ‘Mahakavi Suryakant Tripathi Nirala’ has made all kinds of pranks in the glory of roses. He has even been called a vulgar and bloodsucking capitalist. But the true value of the rose is recognized only by the English mood “TS Elliot” Saheb. They say…
When the sultanate was about to die
the eternal star of
the only hope
Of people who cry (The Hollow Men 1925, translation: Anoop Sethi)
“Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and more whole
Rose of memory
Rose of oblivion
Exhausted and invigorating
The unique rose
Now it’s the Garden
Where all loves end” (Ash Wednesday)
The rose is also considered a symbol of love outside of poetry and literary books. Their presence on graves is a sign of love and respect for the person who died. The pattern of this English value of roses is particularly visible on women’s graves. The rose was the most popular flower carved on women’s tombs during Queen Victoria’s time. Diana, on whose grave that stranger had come and placed a rose, was also a Victorian Diana grave.
Another Victorian favorite was the “smooth” grave flower. One should learn from Lily how to regain life even by blending into the earth. The return of a posthumously dead soul to simplicity, spontaneity, means becoming a lily. Lilies will be found on all English graves of that period. Not only that, in many other traditions of the world, there is the belief of cutting lilies on graves.
In Greek mythology, Nargis is a symbol of love, but in English tradition, Nargis flowers, springing from the ground, represent the hope of resurrection through the graves. A Nargis cemetery connection was first seen from a different point of view in the film Pakeezah, but Nargis has always been a sign of purity and the same thought is also indicated in these English graves.
Daisy and dandelion
The daisy, because of its innocence and softness, is a flower carved on the graves of little children. Like the daisy, the dandelion, also known as the dandelion or kukraundha in Hindi, is a sign of the grave of young children. This delicate yellow wild flower, longing for resurrection, quickly dries up and throws away its seeds. And then, where that seed falls, it takes on a new life, it grows.
Everyone knows that the sunflower flower continues to face the same direction wherever the sun is, and after completing its rotation, later facing east, it becomes fixed. There is a great belief in the rising sun in the Catholic tradition. Their tombs are also built facing east. And in these graves are often found sunflowers carved for this reason.
The grape will be sour to someone else, but in serious traditions its ripening is a sign of “fertility”. The vine is an important part of the ancient Greek tradition, and conveys the message of growing with the standard “we grow our vines”.
On the lines of ‘Ek Bungalow Bane Nyara’, even after death, the idea of a beautiful home is the ultimate human desire. Today, the elderly say goodbye to the world only after planning their last journey, their coffin, everything. These flowers carved on graves are the result of a similar human desire. As long as someone is about to offer, fragrant flowers will continue to climb these graves. When there is no one left to offer fragrant flowers, then they are carved flowers, free from the wrath of the seasons, are they not?
It doesn’t matter what the weather is in this shaman
The colors will remain, we will remain
The fragrance of desire, just swirls
will fly, rage or flow
Just swinging, Yun swinging and
It will continue to bloom, it will become a bud becoming a bud in every garden
Don’t stay us…”